[Verse 1: steezg]
The flow is choppy
My style though is still sloppy
But it's not like any of y'all could even stop me
Still living neighborhood where people tryna rob me
So tell mom not to be surprised if anybody drop me
[Verse 2: steezg]
Young wetback with an out of reach vision
Regardless while he preaching all of y'all still be missin‘
Gotta say days were better when I was young and innocent
But I grew up too fast and people think I'm full of impotence
I'm just another artist tryna paint the bigger picture
But for now I'm stuck in a box writing the ghetto scriptures